Allure
There was something hypnotic about watching Yazoo work. He leaned back casually on a free wall, watching his 'brother' speak to the man. The man had, at first, been spooked by the appearance of the three of them. By now, he was unconsciously miming the small gestures Yazoo was making.
"…so we will be needing transportation," finished Yazoo, nodding.
The man nodded too. Just like some kind of human puppet. He couldn't help laughing at the man, the soft, sadistic sound breaking the quiet.
Yazoo shot him an inquiring look, arms now akimbo, and he fought to resist the urge to mimic the move, shaking his head slightly instead. Carry on. We could just slaughter the fellow and steal the bikes, but this is so much more fun.
His 'brother' turned his attention back to the man and he watched as his disturbance was immediately forgotten, wiped away by the timbre of Yazoo's calm voice. From where he was standing, he could see that once more, the man was hanging on to every word.
So was he.
But only to find out what kind of bikes Yazoo was busy convincing the shop owner to give to them. He wasn't going to allow himself to fall to his subordinate's allure. He knew what happened if you did.
They were being led to the bikes, a small fleet that was originally commissioned for a now-shattered military. Come to think of it, had he chosen to just steal some bikes, they wouldn't have gotten to see such perfect ones. Designed to function on all terrains, to keep on their paths even without riders, these bullet-proof bikes even had mounted machine-guns.
He just knew that he was going to find a use for those.
Yazoo was talking to the man again, asking for the keys, miming the gesture of removing them from somewhere. Once more, like a puppet, the man pulled out a set of keys and handed three over.
He met his 'brother's' eyes as he took his key, a cruel smirk crossing his face to mask his sudden desire.
Everyone was drawn to Yazoo's 'magnetic personality', the allure that he projected without effort or thought. However, there were some things that shop owners could not be manipulated out of. Money, for one.
So it came to him. Mounting his bike, he felt a wave of almost childish joy at finally owning something as powerful as the machine beneath him.
"So, how about them, eh? Just hand over the money and these babies are all yours."
He ran the man over.
The man began screaming about a broken… something or another.
He set the bike in reverse until he was parked on the shop owner.
His 'brothers' were already mounted. Loz was, as expected, molesting his bike like a child given a new toy. Yazoo stared right at him, the same aloof look on his face.
"Shall we?"
Unconsciously, he felt himself nodding. To make himself feel a little better, he got Loz to torch the place as they left. No one else was going to own their bikes.
No one else was allowed to own these bikes bought with Yazoo's allure.
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Notes:
Read that Kadaj was supposed to reflect Sephiroth's cruelty, Loz his strength and Yazoo his allure, thus this little idea came about. Also, I was wondering where they got their bikes from…
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